From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Nothing,” I admitted. “I don’t know her name or even when she
lived.” Or what happened to her upon her Ascension.
Or whyy it mattered whether or not myy developing gift reminded the
Duke of her.
“There is a reason for that.”
There was? Priestess Analia had never told me anyything. She ignored
anyy questions about her or myy Ascension.
“We do not speak of the first Maiden, Penellaphe,” she said. “It’s not
that we simplyy choose not to. It is that we cannot.”
“The gods…forbade it?” I suspected.
She nodded as her stare seemed to penetrate myy veil. “I will break the
rule just once and prayy that the gods forgive me, but I will tell yyou this in
hopes that yyour future does not end the same as the first Maiden’s did.”
I had a reallyy bad feeling about where this was going.
“We do not speak of her. Ever. Her name is not worthyy of our lips nor
the air we breathe. If it were possible, I’d have her name and her historyy
scrubbed in its entiretyy.” The chair cracked under Duchess Teerman’s hand,
startling me.
Myy heart nearlyy stopped in myy chest. “Was she…found unworthyy byy
the gods?”
“Byy some small miracle, she wasn’t, but that doesn’t mean she was
worthyy.”
If she hadn’t been found unworthyy, then whyy was she never spoken
about? Surelyy, she couldn’t have been that bad if she hadn’t been found
unworthyy.
“In the end, her worthiness didn’t matter.” Duchess Teerman lifted
her fingers. The chair was warped, splintered. “Her actions put her on a
path that ended with her death. The Dark One killed her.”